I like my coffee like I like my soul; black and bitter.
This looks like the ideal breakfast when I had one too many the night before and I refuse to get out of bed for another couple more hours. If my husband would humor me and bring me berries and cream I might even agree to empty the litter box!
This taps right into that toddler part of the brain where you want to pick up a whole pie and smash your face into it. Taking a big ol' spoon and jamming it into a jar of cake and frosting and having no regard for the mess you're inevitably going to make sounds so childishly satisfying. Where's my big spoon?